Thursday, August 28, 2014

sack compute mediocrity



Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb. (Hans Jean Arp)


I picked up my new computer today and am sitting here frustrated at getting both computers hooked up to my network to transfer data.  Unfortunately I got it working for a bit but then somehow it kicked off the network and won't reconnect.  Drat-  with only 31 hours and 6 minutes to go!  The stoopid Apple store saw me coming (OK, the Apple Store isn't stooped  *I* am stooped for not opening it there in the store to check on the demos) and sold me a $39 cable that doesn't attach to either end so they'll be seeing me tomorrow again.  Why isn't it easy?  I know I have a Firewire Somewhere, but I'll be darned, it only attaches to the old computer so I still need another cable.  I shoulda just given them both computers and let them have at it.  

In Good News, Molly and Pepper are scampering all over the house in fine shape.  They are pooping again and eating again just like normal dogs, not the depressed sick guys I picked up two days ago.  We owe it all to a couple of cans of pumpkin-  it fixed them right up. They had the balls to ask me to write a Yelp review for the kennel and vet-  but just because I had a bad experience doesn't mean they are bad vets/ kennels-  I just know I will cancel a trip before I leave the guys there again.  Not that it will happen because I'm never bringing them back to MA again-  they love their vet and their kennel in FL and always come home happy and tired.  

The AC guy showed up on time and we are again cooled off and happy but he told TY as he was leaving to start getting quotes on a new system.  Our cool days are numbered.

I started packing stuff today for the trip back-  TY is monitoring my 'stuff' quotient so I have a big box I'm throwing things in to FedEx to myself rather than face his packing wrath.  I don't get it-  why can't I just fill the car up?  We can both take just a tiny bag for the trip and leave everything untouched ion the trunk-  not like we have to load and unload.  Weird.  

I spent a couple hours with Mister today-  he is the cutest kid!  We played and played and I 'rescued' him from one fix to another.  He is almost 10 months old and pulling himself up on everything, precarious or not.  I am so far removed from little kids that I just don't see the issues like I used to but we didn't have any smashed fingers or bumped heads today.  he is sort of crazed to keep moving and trying to get higher.  And I didn't get a parking ticket this time!  

Today we're flying with our art explorations:


Colombian artist Diana Beltran Herrera transforms colored paper into realistic-looking life-sized birds. She creates the paper sculptures by hand based off of photographs that she has re-sized. With incredible attention to detail, her sculptures look exactly like taxidermy. She has created numerous species for Longwood Gardens, a botanical garden in Pennsylvania, several birds of Florida for The Cornell Fine Arts Museum, as well as exotic birds and state birds for the least populous states. She is now living in Bristol where she is working towards her MA in Fine Arts at The University of the West of England.



Amazing what good fast lenses will allow!   While on a recent trip to Costa Rica, photographer Chris Morgan captured these stunning close-up images of humming birds. These hummingbird pictures are incredible with the detail  the photographer picked up.







 About her work, Märta Mattsson says: “Sometimes I see beauty in things that other people find strange or are even repulsed by. I become fascinated when there is something you do not want to see and the feeling you get when you do not want to look at something, yet you still do. My jewelery deals with the tension that lies between attraction and repulsion. I take seemingly inappropriate materials, making ordinary and familiar objects seem extraordinary and unfamiliar.”
Some of the materials used in these pieces are: Cicada wings, resin, crushed stone, glitter and silver.

Love the tail protection.


Think I'll try again to connect these computers-  it's cool sitting here and my frustration level will be lower not that I've done the blog for the night.

archetype banter anomalous




The higher up you go, the more mistakes you are allowed. Right at the top, if you make enough of them, it's considered to be your style. (Fred Astaire)



Right before we left for out trip I got word that 'Call Me Al' was accepted into 'Piecing Together a Changing Planet', a Florida SAQA show traveling around for a couple of years to a list of National Parks.  I was thrilled because my resume lately as been thin-  I really want to pay more attention to getting into some shows this year.  So far, so good!  The opening is December 7th in Biscayne National Park-  the weekend of Art Basel Miami!  That forces me down there to see it for the first time!  We have friends who have invited us and I can add this on to the weekend!  
TY is a bit disappointed as he loves this quilt and wants to actually hang it IN OUR HOUSE- not something that has happened in my (almost) 45 years of quilting!  Now he will have to wait a few years!  Heh heh.

We left Quebec City yesterday morning, a day early.  My legs were screaming from the cobblestone streets and steep hills and I flat out refused to walk up again for the third time that day.  There is a Funicular but I still had to walk up 1/3 of the hill to reach the beginning, then it only went another 1/3rd and there we were climbing again!  It was fun the first couple of times but got kind of old as my Achilles tendons shortened right up!  I hadn't come prepared with the right kind of shoes, too flat and too thin so I could feel every rock!  Like walking in socks.

Anyway, after about an hour o the road I heard from the vet where I left Molly and she was sick, hadn't eaten for three days, her insulin levels were all over the place so they were messing with it, and she was losing weight.  SO HAPPY I WAS ALREADY ON THE ROAD!  Hours later we retrieved both dogs from their respective kennels and both were pooping like crazy.  I got these dogs who 'wouldn't eat' home and they both scarfed up a bowl of food-  in fact Molly pushed Pepper away from his dish and ate his too.  I'm on a every-two-hour walk schedule today to 'see what comes out' but so far both are doing much better.  Can't wait to get back to their regular vet and boarding place.  They were both just over- stressed apparently.

Our AC went kerplunk sometime while we were gone, of course it's in the 90's today and the guy can't come until tomorrow.  (Did I mention my windows don't open???)  Our smoke alarms picked about 2 AM to start chirping that they need replacement batteries, and we are out of most paper products we have come to rely on.  Had to shop this morning.  And I have my own stress-stomach ache from the blast home-  7 hours is a long time!  Taking care of everybody today, including myself.  Of course 'Cook' and 'Maid' haven't shown up.
Oh.  That would be me.


I've got a backlog of graffiti from around the world, seems like I am attracted to it for the spontaneous ideas and quick work it takes to be successful:


 Here’s few fun pieces by UK street artist JPS who creates small and lage-scale stencil works, paintings, and installations in urban areas. While most of his work seems greatly influenced by pop culture icons, horror movie characters, and comic book heroes, I tend to enjoy these one-off pieces a bit more. You can see more over on his Facebook page.





Portuguese street artist ODEITH, an innovator known for his technical ability to trick viewers into seeing his work float in mid-air, creates mind-bending anamorphic graffiti on the walls of abandoned buildings. Playing with light and shadow, Odeith spray paints his signature style letters on various surfaces, creating a distorted perspective that requires the viewer to occupy a specific vantage point to reconstitute the image.




Graffiti in warehouse before demo:
Where were these guys when I was teaching art???  Love the energy!




That calls for a sedate, yes, a traditional squirrel, a conservative squirrel-statement!  Eh?
HA-  I didn't tell you his one flies...

Monday, August 25, 2014

boatman dane shotgun



I've always felt that a person's intelligence is directly reflected by the number of conflicting points of view he can entertain simultaneously on the same topic. (Abigail Adams)


As I was noodling around this morning waiting for TY to rally for breakfast, I happened upon Dudley Redhead, a blogger in Australia: 


'Not sure if you've just dropped in, or if you've been popping in now and then. Recently I was asked "does your blog help your creativity?" "Nuh" I replied. All that documenting, filing, scanning and posting. Are you nuts? I thought. So why do it? Well it's a bit like beating a drum or puffing out smoke signals isn't it? It helps you find your tribe.  I'm out and about or creating other stuff - and yes this blog documents that. And I guess if that doesn't appeal - you'll find your own tribe..."


And that completely sums up what on earth I too am blogging for.  I have assembled a wonderful tribe of my own- a community of friends and mentors and accolades of different backgrounds and ages and talents.  All of you inspire me and here's where I get all choked up-  thanks!


Rooflines
Lovely day today for a drive around the Isle of Orleans.  Beautiful farmland and vineyards.  We bought some local cheese and have some dessert wines packed to bring home.  We probably would have bought more but it was a little too early for much tasting!  
We stopped for a lovely lunch on the patio of an ancient stone house where the waterfall came roaring right by our table and rolled under a wee bridge we had to cross from the parking lot.  Tomorrow we're going on a tasting tour back here in the city so perhaps if TY turns his back long enough I will get a years supply of maple candy to bring home to nibble at... like a rat!






 Virginia-based artist Eric Standley (previously) brings a whole new meaning to the term “cutting edge” with his methodical stained glass windows created entirely from laser-cut paper. Standley stacks well over 100 sheets for many of his pieces which involve months of planning, drawing, and assembly. The artist says his inspiration comes from the geometry found in Gothic and Islamic architectural ornamentation which he somewhat jokingly calls “folk math.”


I don't know if I would let this color my life forevermore... but I just can't get my head around Jesus picking a potato to live in.



Shinium - Brilliance by Design: Resin-inlaid Wood  Mat Brown describes his process for these glowing resin permeated shelves.  Love these, they are going right into my DIM (Do It Myself) files!  Broken boards I can find!

I couldn't say it better



Sunday, August 24, 2014

til descriptor caruso



“I’m not vain, I’m insecure.”    ~ Mariah Carey, b. 27 March 1970

Spent the morning getting yelled at by summer a job kid while we watched the goat help perform changing of the guard ceremony.  Yeah, it was hot, standing in blazing sun watching the guys in their beaver hats do maneuvers.  After about 30 minutes I had to get out of the sun or be a casualty of the Canadian 22nd Battalion, so I wandered over to a memorial grove with three big statues to heroes, and a set of maybe ten steps going up to a cross with info on soldiers to be remembered.  I was standing at the foot of the steps in a tiny patch of shade doing nothing but looking straight forward out to the parade ground and this 20 something summer job guy in red tee shirt told me I was being DISRESPECTFUL to the MILITARY and had to move.  I said no I wasn't I was merely standing in the shade, hadn't touched a thing, and he pointed to the cross way up the steps like I was putting my chewing gum on it or something.  Told me I had to go around the whole ceremonial field and stand under a tree over on the other side-  there was a sapling that looked like it felt worse than I did.  So I went inside to the ticket counter and waited there for TY, pouting and hot.  
But, back to the goat.  Halfway through the marching and maneuvers, which I truly think quite outdated and ridiculous (not being much for ceremonies of any kind!), a guy in his beaver hat and red coat marched a goat out to the field.  The goat was quite obedient, trotted right alongside him and they announced that the 'GOAT MAJOR' was in charge of the goat.  The goat had his horns painted bright gold.  But now, my full attentions are back on the GOAT MAJOR--  how does one apply for and get this honor?  Who does he sleep with?  The possibility is hanging heavy in the air.  Needless to say I was not impressed with the 22nd brigade who seem to have only been reactivated because there were soldiers who wanted to only belong to a French speaking army.  The goat?  Who knows what he speaks.  Is he the major or is the guy the major?  
I mean no disrespect to my Canadian friends, I love Canada too, but good grief...  *NOW* I AM being disrespectful to the Military-  they earned it and I admit it.  Before, over by the memorial I wasn't at all.  I'll probably be held at the border.
Here's the freaking cruise ship taking up my part of the St. Lawrence!  Actually while I was writing this I glanced out the window and it had slid on out without me realizing it, so now I can see the water again over the cute patio.

 I saw wolf pelts in so many windows-  I'm no longer much used to seeing fur and it was kind of a shock-  the other side of the building had three pelts hanging out, two gray, one black.  These didn't make me very happy-  I am a fan of the wolf, having fond memories of hearing them at night and even going on a midnight wolf howl.  Truth be told I do still have a coyote pelt I had made from a coat years ago.  Keeps my dogs on their toes.
And a bunch of GIANT pigeons.  See the people sitting around them?
I know, I am bitching a lot but in actuality we are having a wonderful time.  We spent yesterday afternoon at a friend's lake house outside of the city and they came back in and ate with us at our hotel, a lovely day.  Today we walked and walked, it seemed all up hill, but saw a lot and covered a lot of territory. Tomorrow we are going for a long drive on the island and to the art museum.

Our specialty du jour is portraits, or maybe better, it's faces:



 Chinese artist Ah Xian lives and works in Sydney where for nearly two decades he has explored aspects of the human form using ancient Chinese craft methods including porcelain, lacquer, jase, bronze, and even concrete. The artist often uses busts of his own family members including his wife, brother, and father onto which he imprints traditional designs with a vivid cobalt blue glaze. Via Asia Society:

Directly stolen from Terry Grant because I think it's funny-  exactly how I talk to my machine tech:






French paper artist Junior Fritz Jacquet created this fantastic series of weird masks made from toilet paper rolls. Inspired by the craft of origami, each mask is made from a single paper roll which is folded and squished into an expressive face. The pieces are then finished with a coat of shellac and different pigments. 


Leaving no cat without a hat